What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

The rain was pouring down, and the deceased's vision was very blurry and close to the ground, indicating that he had been pushed down or knocked to the ground.

In the foreground of the image stands a blurry figure wearing a black raincoat.

The figure was holding a very peculiarly shaped short stick in its hand.

At the top of the short stick is carved a ferocious skull that resembles some kind of aquatic beast.

At the same time, the figure was muttering incantations as he tied stones to the dead body.

As he chanted, a faint ring of runes emitting a ghostly green light appeared out of thin air around the deceased's body.

These runes, like chains, dug themselves tightly into the flesh of the deceased.

The scene abruptly ended there, and my consciousness instantly returned to the cold, sterile operating room.

I stood before the dissection table, my brows furrowed tightly.

"A ghostly green chain of runes... a short club carved with the skull of a ferocious beast..."

I muttered to myself the clues I had just seen in the incomplete image.

This doesn't seem to be an ordinary murder case.

The person in the raincoat was not only cruel, but also clearly knew some kind of sinister magic.

This method exudes the ruthlessness of a heretical practitioner within the circle.

Thinking of this, I let out a long sigh.

After finishing the final touches, I zipped up the body bag and pushed it into the freezer next to me.

The task assigned by Director Wang has been successfully completed, and the safety hazard for Lao Zhang has been completely eliminated.

But I know this is not the end of the matter.

Since it involves evil cultivators who know magic, this has already exceeded the jurisdiction of ordinary police officers.

I took off my gloves, washed my hands, then took out my phone from my pocket, found Lu Yan's number, and dialed it directly.

Such heinous cases involving supernatural forces should be handled by the Bureau of Folklore.

The call connected, and after only two rings, Lu Yan's voice came through the receiver.

"Chen Yang? You're looking for me so early in the morning, is something wrong?"

"It's not exactly troublesome, it's just that I've just taken on a rather interesting job."

I held my phone to my ear, took off my white coat, and spoke into it.

"The police brought in a body last night that had been pulled from a reservoir, with stones tied to its body."

"Just now, while I was stitching up and tidying up the body, I caught a glimpse of his final moments through some unusual remnants."

The sound of turning pages on the other end of the phone stopped abruptly, and Lu Yan's voice became more serious: "Does this involve people in the industry?"

"Most likely."

I nodded and slowly described what I had just seen to her.

"The footage is very short, taken on a riverbank during a torrential downpour."

The killer was wearing a black raincoat, so his face was not visible.

But he was holding a short, unusually shaped stick, and he had cast some kind of spell on the deceased while disposing of the body.

I paused for a moment, then continued:

"The spell appeared to be a dark green color, with chain-like runes."

I'm not entirely sure whether it's used for cursing, imprisoning, or some other purpose.

But when the body arrived, the resentment and water evil were so intensely intertwined that even our veteran staff almost fell victim to it.

"A beastly short club, chains with ghostly green runes..."

Lu Yan repeated the two key pieces of information in a low voice on the other end of the phone, her tone revealing a hint of coldness.

"I see.

This case of blatantly using evil magic to kill someone within Jiangcheng's borders must be thoroughly investigated.

"Yes, I have provided you with the clues."

To put it bluntly, I don't want to get involved in the aftermath of this case anymore.

After all, professional tasks should be left to professionals.

Investigating cases and catching murderers falls within the purview of the Bureau of Folklore.

I'm just a mortician, responsible for sewing up corpses and earning the pay I need on the side.

As for the rest, I won't presume to do it for you.

Lu Yan clearly understood my personality very well; she didn't force me to get involved, but readily agreed:

"Understood. Your timely reporting of the clues has already been a great help."

I will immediately have someone check the police files on the department's internal network to see the specific identity and background of this body.

I have a meeting to attend and can't leave. I'll have Fang He bring a few people to the funeral home later to meet with you and discuss the details of our connection.

"Okay, I'll wait for them in the lounge on the first floor."

After hanging up the phone, I walked straight out to the second basement level.

Back on the first floor, the sky outside was still gloomy, and the muggy air made it feel suffocating.

I walked to the staff break room, pushed open the door, and found it empty.

Then, I made myself a cup of hot tea and pulled out a chair to sit down.

While slacking off, he waited for the people Lu Yan sent to arrive.

About half an hour later, there was a gentle knock on the half-closed door of the lounge.

"Come in." I picked up the teacup and gently blew on the floating tea leaves.

The door was pushed open, and Fang He strode in.

He was dressed in a smart black casual suit today, and his eyes were sharp.

Behind him were three young men, also dressed in plain clothes and with agile physiques.

These three people had a restrained demeanor and a steady gait, clearly skilled individuals who had undergone rigorous training within the Folklore Bureau.

"Consultant Chen, excuse me for disturbing you."

As soon as Fang He entered, a familiar and polite smile appeared on his face.

"Master Fang, please have a seat."

I pointed to the chair opposite me and said something.

"You must be tired from making that trip in this heat. Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Don't mention it, Consultant Chen, let's get straight to the point."

Fang He pulled out a chair and sat down, while the three team members behind him stood very respectfully on either side of him.

Then, Fang He took a tablet computer out of his briefcase, swiped around on it a few times, and handed it to the table in front of me.

"Chief Lu has just retrieved the preliminary case files from the police station. The deceased's identity has been confirmed."

Fang He pointed to a photo on the screen and said with a serious expression.

"The deceased was named Ma Jianguo, 45 years old, a local resident."

On the surface, he is the owner of a building materials company, but in reality, our Bureau of Folklore has a record of his registration.

In his early years, this man was a tomb raider who dealt in funerary objects.

Later, he quit the business and used the money he had accumulated in his early years to start a company to launder money.

I glanced at the photo on the screen. The person in the photo had a somewhat gloomy face, and there was indeed a sense of gloom in his brows, a result of years of dealing with dark and underground things.

"Tomb raiders?"

Upon hearing this, I raised an eyebrow slightly.

"So it's not entirely unjust that he offended the evil cultivators in the circle and was drowned in the reservoir."

It's likely that an old enemy came knocking, or it's due to a dispute over the division of spoils for an unearthed artifact.